I wrote a rant about the talk about a reinstated draft here in the US, but it came across as way more fiery and political than I had originally planned. Besides, I think we all feel pretty much the same way about the connotations of the term "draft", as used in a political sense. Surely it does not suggest a sweet longing, or a profound yearning or any other such sentiments...of any sort. Redundant. I think we can leave it at that. Maybe it is forgiveable that my rant was so fiery and political. Fiery I can be, but political...maybe not. Besides, I'm only 20 years old and I still don't know shit about shit. Right?
On a lighter note...there is a feast on the horizon. One of mashed potatoes and turkey and gravy. Yes! Thanksgiving! There was a funny quote in this book I'm reading from Anne Lamott. It is concerning disallusionment and it involves a little boy learning about Thanksgiving in school, with all the settlers and natives and everything, and becoming very excited with the whole story and all. And then there is an older boy who has learned a little more on the matter, and this older boy wonders if the younger boy knows about the blankets infected with small pox. So maybe not all of us know the whole story, or maybe we do and choose not to acknowledge it. Maybe it is easier to acknowledge those cute little paper cut-outs of pilgrims and indians in a healthy relationship; not one of deceit and trickery and disease. Well, I guess that wasn't much of a lighter note. But Thanksgiving still kicks ass, because you get to eat alot of good food, and rather shamelessly. So I hope everyone who celebrates enjoys theirs.
I mean, maybe I should feel a little guilt in celebrating this holiday. But alot of holidays are like that. That's history. Its not always pretty. When does it come to the point when you become the catcher in the rye?
Great now I'm stuck between a rock of insensitive bastard and a hard place of heart-bleeding.
